you were a depressed emo bitch that could bearly take care of herself and Kyle knew that

you had been out drinking for awhile and came back home with mascara running down your face and multiple bruises and wounds on your body

Kyle saw you and sighed putting his head in his hands giving you the 'you got to be fucking kidding me' look

Kyle looked at you and looked like he was ready to scold you

"Well, what do YOU have to say for yourself?!" he yelled in a angry tone